Datang: I have a god-level cheating system

Ever since the members of the Beggar Gang were driven away at the Chang'an Poetry Association, everyone's spirits have improved!

After all, he beat the enemy away!

They regard the people from the Taolin Poetry Society as their enemies.

After all, the first kind of people who come here are those who really want to come to Chang'an Poetry Fair, maybe because of the oiran, maybe because of Cheng Chumo!
Then the second type is that people who have not received an invitation from the Taolin Poetry Club, and those who can't go to the Taolin Poetry Club at all naturally hate the people there.

"Chang'an Ling is the most talented young generation in our Tang Dynasty. Those so-called Chang'an Seven Talents are nothing at all!"

"As long as I follow Chang'an Ling, not to mention participating in poetry fairs to watch oirans, it's no problem to get promoted, get rich, and become famous all over the world, because Chang'an Ling is destined to be a man who will shock the Tang Dynasty!"

Among the gifted scholars and beauties standing on the boat, some people are reciting poems against each other.

But there is also a lot of discussion.

For example, at this time, a young nobleman praised Cheng Chumo highly.

The others didn't even refute, but nodded very seriously.

The oiran has started to perform!

The oiran from Chang'an No. [-] Teaching Workshop is talking about guzheng.

The music played is exactly the poem written by Cheng Chumo.

Ordinary people are very serious. After all, many of them have never been to Jiaofang, so they have no idea what the oiran looks like.

"Chang'an Ling let me, Meng Hu, see the beauty of the oiran, and Meng Hu's life will be Chang'an Ling's lord from now on!"

The burly man, speaking loudly, also expressed his loyalty.

Also at this time.

Qinglong suddenly appeared beside Cheng Chumo.

Whispering a few words in Cheng Chumo's ear, Cheng Chumo couldn't help laughing.

"It seems that there are always people who like to be slapped in the face!!!"

"Since I like being slapped in the face so much, then I will satisfy them!"

Cheng Chumo continued to fiddle with his tea set, sat on a table, sipping tea while watching Miss Oiran's performance.

Ah!
Not bad!

This oiran played her own poems, and the singing was quite emotional!

Correct!
Poetry I copied!
It is also my poem!
And at this moment, the people from the Taolin Poetry Association are rushing here!
"Brother Changsun! Do you think we can let that dog lose face?"

A child of an aristocratic family asked eagerly.

"No problem, four of our Chang'an Qijun have come, and the other three are also on their way. No matter how talented Cheng Chumo is, he is not my opponent."

"Today must be the day when his reputation will be ruined!"

Chang Sun Chong said confidently.

At this moment, Cui Shaofeng is still mobilizing!

"When I went to the Chang'an Poetry Fair, everyone was a bit more arrogant. A group of trash who don't deserve our invitation can also participate in the Poetry Fair. What is it called the Chang'an Poetry Fair! Are they worthy?"

Cui Shaofeng said loudly with a proud face.

Everyone heard it, and most of them responded immediately.

"Not worthy!!!"

"Okay! Since those trash are not worthy of being called geniuses to participate in the poetry meeting, what should we do?"

Cui Shaofeng is very good at mobilizing other people's emotions, which is why he has been leading a small group!
"Sweeping face!"

Everyone's emotions were completely driven up.

"Okay! Then I'll let that group of useless people lose face and embarrass themselves!"

Cui Shaofeng said domineeringly.

Then he took the lead and came to the edge of Meipi Lake.

He saw many, many people.

I was stunned for a while!

Diao Shu told him that there were only four to five hundred people, and many of them were ordinary people.

But now there are many people.

At least about 1000 people!

But Cui Shaofeng didn't panic!
So what if there are too many people!

It's all just rubbish.

He came to fight poetry, not to fight.

"Let's go, everyone, let's destroy this rubbish poetry club!"

Cui Shaofeng continues to mobilize!
Chang'an poetry will never die!More mobilization!
"Huh? There are a lot of people over there!"

"Is it also someone who came to participate in the poetry meeting?"

"Sure enough, our Chang'an Poetry Club is going to become the biggest poetry club!!!"

"This is the role of Master Chang'an Ling!"

A group of talented scholars looked into the distance and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Master Chang'an Ling said that those people are from the Taolin Poetry Association, and the leaders are Chang'an Qijun, Cui Shaofeng, Changsun Chong and others."

"Why did they come? Chang'an Ling guessed that they were here to make trouble, how to make trouble! Naturally, it's fighting poetry!"

"They want to give us a blow, so we have to respond!"

"These are the original words of Chang'an Ling!"

The white tiger's voice roared loudly!

His full-bodied voice was clearly heard by the entire Chang'an Poetry Association.

For a while, everyone's thoughts were on this.

The wits on the boat are no longer interested in poetry and painting!

Even some ordinary people who don't know poetic talent no longer stare at the oiran.

Because I heard that someone was coming to make trouble!

Whose poem will it be?
Master Chang'an Ling!

Want to bully Master Chang'an Ling?
Neither can anyone!

"Someone is causing trouble! I'm here to fight these dogs away!"

"Don't let people watch the oiran's performance, watch me, Meng Hu, beat them all over the place!"

Meng Hu said cursing.

But Cheng Chumo was still fiddling with the tea set, drinking tea leisurely! ! !

It seemed that the people in front of him didn't come to trouble him!